The writer
————-
Indelible hole
Irreplaceable void
Lassitude and
Despair.
Impossible
To share
He monologues
Relentlessly
The same
Refrain
Gripping
This trough
The void
Resented.
He shouts
And screams
Silently.
Appealing
Petitioning
For a truce
Reconciliation
To his page
The ink
Ingested
Words devoured
Ingurgitated
By the secrecy
Taciturnity
Of his folio
Yet faithful
As a blotter
Absorbing
His pain
Tears
Anguish
Inhabiting his
Restlessness.
Wanting
To notice
Dewdrops
Snowflakes
Perfume of
A flower tree.
Rainbows
The miracle
Of crepuscule
Intact
Brightness
Of a first
Layer of snow
Thaumaturgy
Of aurora
Smile of
A passer-by
Simple
And grand
Big and small
Opposite yet
Complementary
The Sui generis
Marvel
Of our planet
For one hour
Or more
To find relief
In his new
Felicity.
His thoughts
Bouncing off
The walls
Hurling this
Delicacy
This tribute
To life.
Back with
Ferocity.
Stunning him
For a fraction
Then taking
His page
Renew
The treatise
In a last attempt
To capture
The truth
Of his life
The one he can
Put on his
Faithful page.